You only have to read my account of the Goth Years below to see how confused I was back in the mid-to-late 80s. An indie kid with goth and anarcho-punk leanings pulling me every which way, no real feel for electronic music and a suspicion that I really ought to give hiphop a fair hearing (it took De La Soul for that to happen, like 90% of all idiot provincial whiteboys of the era). Dance music to me was something that happened on The Hitman & Her, which I saw more often than was reasonable in those days because my VCR was bust and there was nothing else to watch at 5am when I was tripping hard in my Dave Wells bedsit (ask someone from Bournemouth, they’ll explain).

But SNUB TV? It changed everything, more than John Peel ever did, if I’m honest.

I remember where I was when I first saw it. A Monday evening in 1987. Round 50ft Cromie’s flat in Charminster, crimping my hair ready for a night out at local indie dive Benedicts (I may be conflating two separate evenings here, but I think it ended in a brawl with the bouncers and me getting thrown out for going behind the bar to pour my own pint).

That first episode featured The House Of Love, The Cookie Crew, Yello and Fugazi. And it was Fugazi that did it…

Ian Mckaye, hoody up, gabbling manically at the camera pre-gig about what punk meant, what Suggestion was about and sexual violence generally, what Fugazi stood for. Blew me away, the intensity of his delivery and the clips of the band live, sweating through Suggestion. I bought the album the next day, and that set the pattern. Subsequent weeks saw me buy Sonic Youth’s Daydream Nation, Dinosaur Jr’s Bug, Butthole Surfers’ Hairway to Steven, a Beatnigs 12″, the AC Marias album, Loop’s A Gilded Eternity. And on and on and on…

No presenters, an occasional voiceover, that blinking eye ident married to an Adrian Sherwood soundbite (On-U Sound also made a lot of money out of me because of the show). Robert from Loop on a big eye backdrop, the Butthole Surfers goofing off on camera, World Domination Enterprises busking outside the Shell building. The Pixies, The Mekons, The Sundays, Coil, Spacemen 3. Either heard for the first time or making more of an impact than they had on the radio. My record collection changed, expanded, became immeasurably better. And noisier.

Such a cheap, simple format, with the potential to run indefinitely. But by series 3 it seemed to lose its way a bit and finally petered out. As far as I know – I’ve never really had multichannel TV – it’s a format that’s never really been emulated, and that’s a shame. I saw bits of 120 Minutes / Alternative Nation over the years but it wasn’t as essential. It’d still have a place on BBC2 now, I think, an antidote to the sickeningly “authentic” bollocks that makes up 80% of Later…

So this mix is a genuinely heartfelt tribute to a programme that meant the fucking world to me.

NB: I’m fairly sure these tracks were the ones featured on the show for each artist. I know for certain most of them did. There’s precious little documentary evidence online for anything beyond Series 1 (which I have on DVD) so for some of the later shows I’m working from a badly damaged memory.

For a little bonus entertainment, there’s a prize (the limitless respect of your peer group, in fact) if you can tell me who this innocent looking young fellow is playing drums for a slightly goth indie-jangle band featured on SNUB.